His Bambina

Chapter 4

We are silent as we get to Vincenzo's room and we take turns changing in his joint bathroom. My short purple pajama shorts and loose matching tee-shirt make me uncomfortable under his gaze as I sit on the small sofa in his room. I should've brought better pants. In my defense, though, I didn't expect anyone to see me in my pajamas.
              He takes in my appearance, his dark eyes roaming over my porcelain skin, but he stays quiet. I don't know who is supposed to talk first, me or him. Honestly, I have thought about this all day. Every time he told me something new about himself; like how he's a huge family man, he has his priorities straight, or how he believes in finding someone to be his equal when it comes to business and free to follow her own path, I would place it in my own mental pros-and-cons list. To put it frank the pros have beaten down the cons to a pulp. But is that enough to agree to be his? I'd be crazy to jump right in, right?
              "Before you decide," I'm so engrossed in my thoughts his voice startles me, "I suppose I should let you know what you're getting into. You see, Aria, I'm not just an ordinary man with ordinary needs. I am a dominant. Do you know what that is Aria?"
              I've heard of the term dominant before, so I nod my head yes, "Well to be more specific I am a daddy dominant. I don't expect you to know everything about it, if you are willing I can teach you more about it. You also don't have to be a part of that type of relationship if you do not feel comfortable. Your comfort, trust, and pleasure will be my main priority. It would, however, please me very much if you gave it a try."
              I ponder on the thought. I'm not one to be against a dominant and submissive relationship, but I also know very little on the subject of a daddy dominant relationship. "What will I be agreeing to if I agree to that type of relationship?"
              Vincenzo takes a seat next to me and grabs a hold of my hands that were resting nicely on my lap, "Well agreeing to any relationship with me will require respect. You must respect and obey me, especially when we are out in public. As you know with your father, with my position and the power I hold I cannot risk being in a relationship with someone who people think I 'can't handle'. If my own love can't respect me, my family will start to doubt me. I cannot allow that to happen."
              I nod in understanding. I know that is a true fact, but I have no plans on ruining him or his reputation. "But if we were in a DD/LG relationship there would be more rules that would be enforced. For one example you must address me either as sir or a nickname that I approve of in public, and you must always call me daddy when we are alone together. There will be small rules like you are to eat healthy, no keeping secrets and always stay honest, also you are prohibited to consume any harmful substances, which includes alcohol while underage," Vincenzo's eyes look at me accusingly and I cower under his gaze in embarrassment, remembering our first encounter.
"You will also have rules for playtime," the cold silver of his rings glide onto my thigh making me shiver, "which we will get into later. I expect you to provide me with your unconditional trust and, maybe even one day, love. I ask you to give yourself to me one-hundred percent and I will take care of you and cherish you in return. You will finally be able to let yourself go, allowing me to care for you in a vulnerable state. Break any of my rules and you will be punished, but I will never hurt you any more than as a teaching lesson and for pleasure of us both."
              Silence floats in the air between us. That doesn't sound so bad. I've never been a rule breaker, and the thought of him dominating me makes tingles flow through my body. "I barely know you..." The words slip out, not able to muster any other reason to deny him.
              He chuckles, "What did we spend the whole day doing, principessa?"
               With the smile on his godly face he seems confident in me accepting his proposal. Which must mean he's a man who doesn't get told 'no' very often. And the brat inside of me wants to make him wait on the edge of his seat.
                "Knowing your favorite color doesn't mean I know you, or know what a relationship with you would be like." His jaw ticks and I almost want to smile.
                 "Then what do you propose we do about that?"
                  "Give me time. I will settle in and see for myself what kind of man you are, or what this kind of relationship would look like. Then I shall decide."
                  "Very well, I'll give you some time, bambina. Then you're mine." We shall see about that. I match the smirk on his face and reach out my hand as if we've just accomplished a business deal. He shakes my hand firmly, and I try not to gasp and the feel of his calloused hand fills me with warmth.
                   "So which room is mine?" He leads me to the room across from his. It's simple but still a pretty large room. I look around but don't see any other rooms. Where's my family staying? I'd rather stay with them, but I suppose as a guest I can't be picky.
                    He takes a step towards me planting a soft kiss on my forehead, "Goodnight, principessa. I'll see you in the morning."

I wake up the next morning alone in the most comfortable bed ever. I would almost believe it was all a dream, but the bed I lay in and my surroundings remind me of where I am. I would have expected to feel sadness at the thought of my situation but the I remember how I felt in Vincenzo's embrace and the conversations we had last night. The change in scenery and new event that happen almost give me a sense of freedom I didn't have before. I can't help the small smile that creeps to my lips.
              I stare up at the white ceiling above me. What am I supposed to be doing? I know Vincenzo said there would be rules, but he hasn't set any upon my knowledge yet. And would I need to even follow those rules? I mean I haven't fully agreed to his proposal, but I did say I'd need to test it out. I guess I didn't think through that very well.
             When he gave me the tour he did say this was my home now, so I'm sure he wouldn't mind me exploring on my own. But first, I definitely need to shower.
              I tuck in my black button up shirt into my dusty rose slacks and slip on some flats. Slipping out of my room, I worry about how many people I'll run into while I explore. Although I'm not much of a breakfast person, I suppose my best bet would be to grab something small for breakfast first, so no one thinks I'm weird.
              "Je ne lui fais pas confiance!" (I don't trust him!) Familiar voices come out as whispers that grow louder and louder as I make my way to the kitchen.
              "Tais-toi. Boss nous a envoyés ici, alors ne causons pas de problèmes." (Shut up. Boss sent us here, so don't cause any problems.) Nicolas, Amelia, and Joseph all sit at the kitchen island eating their own bowls of cereal.
              "Bonjour." My voice squeaks, as if I'm intruding on their conversation. Nicolas is the first to look up and his eyes brighten with happiness.
              "Ma reign, how did you sleep?" I shrug and search the cupboards for a bowl and some cereal.
              "Bowls are to your left and cereal is the top shelf there." Amelia sighs and I follow her finger to see she's pointing to the highest cupboard here. Are they all insanely tall or was someone in this house trying to hide the cereal? How in the heck am I supposed to grab that?
              Nicolas is thinking the same thing as I hear him laugh at my struggling for a bowl. "Here my reign, I got it." His breath fans on my ear as he reaches for a bowl from behind me. I stiffen at his sudden embrace but relax remembering the kind of man Nicolas is. My best friend from birth, the one who taken care of me in y darkest times, can always be trusted to treat me with respect any woman deserves.
              "Thank you, Nico." I smile, and he rolls his eyes at my silly nicknames.
              "So how are you feeling about all of this?" Amelia looks exhausted and irritated. I'm guessing no one told her where the coffee is placed.
              "What do you mean?" I take a seat in between Nicolas and Amelia, and both of them look at me like I'm crazy.
              "You know, with this whole arrangement."
              "You mean this strange ploy. He certainly has some other motive." Amelia rolls her eyes at Nicolas's words, and their gazes make me nervous.
              "Please guys, can we just not talk about this? We're going to get in trouble." Joseph finishes his cereal with a nervous look on his face. He almost looks paranoid as if my father has ears listening everywhere. He honestly could. Joseph certainly is a strong man, but when it comes to my father he never likes the idea of getting in trouble.
              My gut fills with unease. By the feel in the atmosphere I'm guessing this is a bad time to tell them about Vincenzo's true intentions for rooting us up and away from our family and how I agreed to consider being Vincenzo's girlfriend.